Lyrics:

I got a job, 3 kids and a wife
I gotta baseball cap and a swiss army knife
And I guess I'd have to say I can't complain
But I think almost every day
I wanna leave this mess; make my
Getwaway
And throw off
These shackles and chains

Shackles and chains
Shackles and chains
I wanna throw off these shackles and chains

I got a job, 3 kids and a wife
I gotta baseball cap and a swiss army knife
And I guess I'd have to say I can't complain
But I think almost every day
I wanna leave this mess; make my getwaway
And throw off these shackles and chains

Shackles and chains
Shackles and chains
I wanna throw off these shackles and chains

Shackles and chains
Shackles and chains
I wanna throw off these shackles and chains

I got a job, 3 kids and a wife
I gotta baseball cap and a swiss army knife
And I guess I'd have to say I can't complain
But I think almost every day
I wanna leave this mess; make my getwaway
And throw off these shackles and chains

Shackles and chains
Shackles and chains
I wanna throw off these shackles and chains

Shackles and chains
Shackles and chains
I wanna throw off these shackles and chains